I tried my darnedest to recapture that fleeting mental image without any luck. As I looked down at my girlfriend to reply, a simple three-letter image...popped into my consciousness for me to process.“N-I-S,” I confusingly muttered to Lava-Lips.“NIS, what does that mean, Cuda?” she confusingly asked.“Don’t know ... I ... felt a cold shiver run up and down my spine as I thought about our new band’s name. Then, as I was about to mention that to you ... those three letters just ... came to. The purple head of my engorged meat slipped against her muscle and she clenched knowing my girth would stretch her farther than she had been. Gently I pushed as my voice cooed out to her “Relax Baby, I will take it nice and slow” and pushed the head against the tight round entry. As the head popped into the outer muscle she yelped again; yet she must have wanted this as much as I did as her hips thrust to meet my advancing prong. Three inches slid into her and she groaned almost silently. In that position Mistress Pamela put handcuffs on me and fucked me with a strap-on purple dildo. Mistress Melissa was on the monkey rocker. Then they switched and had turns. Another hour of that hot madness passed and then their tall amazon selves got even more freakier. They made me get doggystyle face-down again. Mistress Melissa then took her 5 in heel and fucked my ass. That felt like amazing. Mistress Pamela then took and made me sit down against the wall and opened her ass and put her ass. “I know better. Mmmm. You’re so good. You must practice on Dad, a lot.”I’m not sure I could have blushed harder. His father liked me to get him hard with my hand, when he wasn’t already. I’d been fluffing my husband more frequently in the last few months. His work had become more demanding after landing a lead position at his company. He never complained at my daily attempt to ball. In fact he started keeping track of how many days we could go before he had to beg off. “This is what you’re good.